Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My Boss called me into his office and asked me to shut the door. I hadn’t been his secretary for long, so I was pretty nervous I’d made some kind of mistake. I sat across from him and crossed my legs. The tight pencil skirt I wore rode up a bit to show off the lace tops of my thigh-high stockings. I called you in here today to discuss your wardrobe.” He stated with a bit of a growl. “The way you dress is a serious distraction. I mean, Kayla, you are obviously a beautiful girl, but wearing such tight skirts and shirts isn’t helping anyone around here be productive.”
“Well, that isn’t very fair.” I lifted my chin as I replied boldly. “You walk around the office looking sexy as fuck in that suit and bossing everyone around the way you do. It constantly makes my panties wet, but I’m still able to do my job. I don’t think the problem is me; I think you just can’t handle yourself.” I smirked as his nostrils flared and flicked the top button on my blouse to give him a better view of my swelling cleavage. I’d say I successfully turned the tables on his plan.
Turning The Tables
He pushed back from the desk and told me to close the blinds. “It’s clear with your attitude the only solution to our problem is to fuck and get it over with.” He stood as I pulled the blinds closed, and I watched him stalk toward me. “Now let me see how wet I make those little panties.” He reached toward my thigh. His big hand smoothing up my inner leg gave me shivers, but it was once again time to turn the tables on Mr. Too Sexy For His Own Good.
I grabbed his wrist and turned him toward the couch in his office. “That’s where you’ve got it all wrong.” I purred. As he sat, I kneeled between his legs to open his belt. “You think that you can just fuck me out of your system and get on with your work life as I’ll no longer be a distraction, but that’s far from the truth.” He ran his fingers through my hair as I fished his cock from his pants and traced my long, manicured nails up and down the veins.
“Once you sink inside my tight little cunt, it’ll be all you think about. Day and night. You’ll be addicted to fucking me, and you’ll chase me around this office like a lovesick fool.” He laughed, but when my tongue swirled around his cock head, his laughter turned to a deep moan. His hand tightened into a fist in my hair and pulled my head back.
“You’re a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?”
“You have no idea,” I replied as drool tumbled over my lower lip to trickle down his shaft. “But you’ll soon find out firsthand.”
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357